Ian Hunter Lyrics

Ian Hunter Lyrics

"Skeletons (In Your Closet) Lyrics"

Sometimes Lyrics
Honestly, can I say what I mean Don't you play with me Cos I'm a lady When I look in your eyes I can see through your charm You're constantly twisted I'm angry, alarmed Your poison has taken control of my soul But I won't say no more And I won't take

(Ian Hunter/Darrel Bath/Honest John Plain)

(Transcribed by Adrian Perkins; corrections by Colin Ford)

Bimbo, flirts, sluts in skirts - muscles brightly glisten
Conversation's full of filth - let's all have a listen
Oh dear oh dear we live in fear
Media bulbs a poppin'
If you're bent, they're on your scent
There can be no stoppin'

Peroxide blondes, vagabonds, into 'eavy metal
Your hair looks like its been done by a dyke with a score to settle
Mud needs raking, photos taken of your murky past
Haunts you, taunts you, love it don't you

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Orphans of wealth Lyrics
There is no time to discuss or debate what is right, what is wrong for our people. Time has run out for all those who wait with bent limbs and minds that are feeble. And the rain falls and blows through their window and the snow falls and blows through their door. And the
ey hey the gang's all here
Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers
Enquiring minds want to sneer at the skeletons in your closet
Sunday morning in the park,
Down the pub or in the bath
We'll all have a good old laugh
At the skeletons in your closet

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It's bloody marvellous - innit?
It's bloody marvellous - innit?

Juicy bits, saucy snips, there's gold in them there gutters
Blue rinse mob on the job, curtains all a-flutterN'en Parlons Plus Lyrics
I like the sound that ice will make When your glass is full and your hand can't help but shake I'm not sure what is left to say Now the dinner's done and the sun's been put away I guess you may sense you should leave But you look so cute with your hair attached to me I hear th
It's cheapo culture, bleeding ulcers, burnt out by the score
Lurid tales never fails to shock you to the core
Kinky boots 'n' rubbber suits,
It's all going on next door!
Caught you, taught you, love it don't you

If you've had your face re-done
If you spank your girlfriend's bum
We can all join in the fun
At the skeletons in your closet
What's the world coming to?
Ain't we got nothin' better to do?
To spend all day sifting through
The skeletons in your closet

Hey hey the gang's all here
Pimps 'n' pervs, straights 'n' queers
Enquiring mi
The First Time Lyrics
Oh I heard a rooster crow I think I better go Never been out this late before Please don't think I'm a bore But will I see you anymore Say have you got a comb that I can use I'm sure I look like real bad news Like I really been abused Don't get me wrong when I ask
ds want to sneer
At the skeletons in your closet

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